Sword Cultivator Up Ahead, You're Speeding!

Great Profound Realm, Central Continent, Sword Province.

Today was a fine day for secluded cultivation, emerging into the world, refining talismans, and practicing spells.

In the sky, within the designated flight lanes for Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators, streaks of light in every color came and went.

Each streak represented a cultivator at Foundation Establishment Middle Stage or above, capable of flying on a magic artifact.

In this day and age, large, passenger-carrying magical artifacts could be mass-produced. Yet most cultivators still preferred the ancient method of flying on their own artifacts, and sword cultivators were the most numerous among them. Thus, this sword-flying route had come into being.

It had been an utterly ordinary day.

But before long, an inconspicuous grayish-white streak of light suddenly burst in from outside the designated flight area.

It was incredibly fast, far beyond Foundation Establishment.

The hazy gray aura around it seemed to have the effect of concealing its presence, too.

It had flown against the traffic among the white streaks for quite some time, yet not a single cultivator had noticed it.

Not until it passed the toll booth on the cultivators' expressway.

The large-scale spiritual energy detection system installed there suddenly sprang to life.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The shrill warning, as if the thing had gone haywire, instantly jolted the flight-lane administrator awake. He sprang up from the recliner, wide-eyed.

"Holy crap!"

The technical work of the Spirit Sound Workshop was just that good, striking straight to the depths of your soul.

It cleared your head and roused you without fail. There was absolutely no such thing as sleeping through it!

He hurriedly looked at the screen beside him.

What the hell!

Speeding and driving against traffic—who had the gall to pull something like this?

He snatched the identity badge off the desk and pinned it to his chest.

[Name: Zhang Xiu]

[Cultivation: Golden Core Middle Stage]

[Employee ID: 9527]

He pushed open the door and formed a hand seal.

An ancient, dark red long sword flew out of the scabbard hanging on the wall.

Zhang Xiu stepped onto the sword and casually shut the door behind him.

With anti-gravity technology growing more advanced by the day, the toll booths could now hover at a sufficient height for long periods, and it didn't even cost much.

Vrrrm—

Fifth gear, right off the line!

The burst of spiritual pressure kicked up a wave of air where he stood.

A red streak of light tore across the sky in pursuit of the grayish-white one.

"Which goddamn bastard is speeding against traffic? Does he have a death wish?!"

"If I catch the little brat, I'll teach him a lesson he won't forget!"

Zhang Xiu cursed as he gave chase.

But half a minute later, as he watched the grayish-white sword light disappear from his spiritual energy detector, Zhang Xiu fell silent.

He was moving at the standard speed of a Golden Core Middle Stage cultivator!

He was a whole major realm above the other guy, so how the hell couldn't he even see his shadow?!

He chased for a while longer, but still couldn't spot so much as a hair.

Clearly, this person was no mere Golden Core cultivator!

Which big shot had let someone slip out and come mess around in the Foundation Establishment flight lane?

Wasn't he afraid of getting caught?

And of all people, it had to be Zhang Xiu who ran into him!

"..."

Zhang Xiu stopped chasing and took out his communicator.

He reported the incident to his superior.

The reply came at once. His superior told him to head back while they sent someone else to pursue the intruder.

He also said that they had already called the police.

Whew~

So this probably wasn't his problem anymore.

Zhang Xiu stared after the streak of light for a while longer before riding his sword back.

Meanwhile, inside the grayish-white streak of light.

Xu Xing maintained his Concealment Art, frowning as he watched the Foundation Establishment youngsters fly past him one by one.

Why did it feel as if the whole world had changed while he was in seclusion?

Their clothes... looked a lot more like what people wore before he transmigrated.

The more Xu Xing looked, the more bewildered he became. It couldn't be that the two worlds had fused while he was in seclusion, could it?

Or had there been some kind of technological explosion?

He looked away from a little sword-flying girl in denim shorts, her long, fair legs on display.

Something had definitely happened in this world that he hadn't expected!

Before he went into seclusion, no one could have dressed like that out in broad daylight.

Ahem... Of course, the Joyous Union Sect was the exception.

"Sword cultivator up ahead! You're speeding! Pull over and stop. Cooperate with the investigation and show your Sword Flying License!" a rough voice called from behind him.

Hm?!

That familiar feeling... and the Spirit Sound Workshop's sonic arts.

Xu Xing paused and looked back.

A black Flying Shuttle was carrying a scruffy, middle-aged man with a beard, steadily closing in on him.

Since when did the Spirit Sound Workshop take in men?!

But his cultivation was at Nascent Soul...

Not bad, considering his age.

So, should he stop?

After a brief hesitation, Xu Xing increased his output of spiritual power just a little.

Vrrrm—

The grayish-white sword light suddenly flared, and its speed jumped several levels. Surging waves of air rolled behind it, catching the attention of even the Foundation Establishment cultivators nearby.

Holy crap!

Who was that?!

The man aboard the shuttle looked at the readings on his spiritual energy detector and came to a stop.

He could only watch as the sword light vanished over the horizon, not daring to give chase.

A mighty cultivator at the Void Return Realm!

Which family's old fossil had just emerged from seclusion, only to run into him?!

Only mighty cultivators at the Void Return Realm and above would go into seclusion for hundreds, even thousands, of years at a time.

Having missed the great reform era, they had no idea how the rules of this new age worked.

Holy Emperor, please protect us. That old fossil had better not be from the demonic path!

He prayed silently as he took out a talisman.

A Void-Escaping Communication Talisman!

It was exceedingly precious and only to be used for major matters.

He recorded what had happened here with his Divine Sense, then let the talisman go.

With a flash of spiritual light, it vanished.

Next, he would need to calm the Foundation Establishment youngsters here, then arrange for them to evacuate.

If that really had been a mighty Void Return Realm cultivator from the demonic path, this was no laughing matter.

Meanwhile, Xu Xing had already reached the sky above a city.

Towering buildings stood in neat rows, one beside another.

Many vehicles resembling 'cars' traveled back and forth along broad, smooth roads.

But they were powered by a mix of electricity and spiritual energy.

What was this?

Modern-day cultivation?

The familiar yet strange scene left him dazed.

What exactly had happened during all those years he'd spent in seclusion?

After looking around for a while, Xu Xing descended by the roadside and let the gray spiritual light concealing his presence fade away.

At the same time, his black, narrow-sleeved robe changed on its own into the most ordinary white shirt and casual trousers.

Wait, was this road...

He crouched down and reached out to touch it.

It was paved with Spirit Stone fragments, drained of their spiritual energy.

And buried deep underground was a formation base. The surging spiritual energy within it was almost equal to the combined power of a Nascent Soul Cultivator.

Xu Xing raised his head and spread his Divine Sense across the entire city.

There were a total of 365 formation bases, interlinked and interwoven into a vast, intricate formation that could cover the whole city.

At full power, it could unleash even greater destructive force than an ordinary Spirit Transformation cultivator.

"Not bad."

The formation's construction was remarkably precise. Even Xu Xing's discerning eye could find few flaws in it.

But if it ran into a formation master with profound expertise...

He withdrew his Divine Sense, stood up, and walked straight into the city.

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